Although he had gotten used to it—his mind having a few systems that occasionally spoke out—he was still somewhat caught off guard when they chimed in during the late hours of the night.
Aside from that time in the park helping an old man downstairs, he had also completed another task during a financial pinch, which nearly landed him trending on social media again.
Fortunately, he managed to contain it quickly; otherwise, the situation would have escalated.
The “God of Wealth” system, besides being a “God of Wealth,” could also be referred to as the “Dead Old Man” system. Each task ended with the old man’s death, allowing him to inherit their assets.
Anyways, he wouldn’t be taking on more tasks in the future; if it continued like this, some creative netizens might think he was a black widow, always aiming to inherit from old men.
“123, does this thing really need to be bound to this world before it can be unbound?”
Lin Ya pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration; he truly did not want to see any more dead old men—let them live, please.
[Ha…123 is also aware of the system’s flaws. After all, this thing originated from him.]
[Host, you really don’t need to worry so much. Those old men and their wealth are creations of the God of Wealth system; they aren’t real people. Even if someone else triggered the task to help an old man, they would just be met with scorn.]
“I know.” Based on those old men’s exaggerated performances, Lin Ya naturally understood it was the work of the God of Wealth system. After all, what good person would give all their inheritance to a stranger simply for helping them?
And coincidentally, these old men had no children or relatives; there were no inheritance disputes either.
But while he knew this, others did not. If such incidents accumulated, people might start speculating whether he intentionally investigated those old men.
In modern society, public opinion can ruin a person’s life.
Lin Ya glanced at the clock; it was already 2 AM. Since he couldn’t sleep, he might as well write a novel.
The few online novels he had written had received decent feedback. Since several of his books appeared on the gold list simultaneously, they were new topics with good writing, each pen name could be considered a remarkable success. With massive updates and an increasing number of subscriptions, his editor was overjoyed.
With similar update times and distinct personal styles, these books were on the same list, leading most readers to check out all of them. They noted the similar styles and speculated if all these pen names belonged to the same author.
However, the daily 10,000-word update volume made them believe it was impossible. If those six books updated simultaneously, that would be 60,000 words a day—was the author some typing machine genius?
Of course, there were also suggestions that he might have a backlog of manuscripts. While this speculation wasn’t impossible, it still needed verification on whether those pen names belonged to the same person.
Some readers, clearly eager for drama, directly asked in the comments of each book if they were by the same author.
[No way, some of these books are based on new concepts, and the author updates frequently. Although they have the same update time, word count, and similar-sounding pen names released at the same time… Wait, someone help me; I can’t refute this anymore.]
[That said, the author probably never intended to hide it; just look at these incredibly lazy pen names: A Pear Blossom, Heaping on the Begonia, Chaotic Peach Blossom, Fragrant Plum Flower, Stolen Pear Blossom, Borrowed Mei Flower.]
[Ah, does anyone not know this? I thought it was a well-known fact.]
[Oh, I’ve been too focused on reading to pay attention to pen names. No wonder all these books are so good—they’re by the same person!]
[Not that you guys only look at male-oriented novels; why are you interested in female-oriented ones too?]
[Who says you can’t enjoy male-oriented novels if you read female-oriented ones? I love both genres. As long as it’s well-written, no matter the topic or channel, I love to read.]
[Finally, someone who’s just like me! As long as it’s good, I enjoy both channels.]
[I’m willing to pay if the author will release all upcoming manuscripts! ]
[This old login can’t be all manuscripts, can it? That’s like sending a beggar daily 10,000 words! I’ve got money; hurry up and release it!]
[Yes, yes, yes! I can’t wait to see Lin Yi venture into the next infinite sub-task!]
[Don’t hijack the thread upstairs! Author, I want to see Xiao Han punch the zombie king to avenge his wife!]
[You two upstairs are being too obvious! I want it all! Hurry up with the updates for the six books! Ahhh!]
Lin Ya logged into the author’s backend, and upon seeing the comments section still buzzing at midnight, he helplessly tapped away at his keyboard. He updated each book with an additional 30,000 words and saved the upcoming month’s manuscripts, further affirming the rumor that all six books were by a single author.
[So, when will you release all of your backlog, author?]
[Ahhh! So good! I want more updates!]
[Just release everything! We’re ready to pay!]
[When are you publishing it, author? I want to buy it to collect!]
[If it gets published, it would probably come after this book is completed. I also want to buy a copy for my collection.]
Lin Ya stopped paying attention to the comments and closed the generator. After rinsing and refreshing himself, it was already past 7 AM.
The chef had prepared breakfast, and Shi Yi awoke, still a bit groggy, changing into his school uniform.
The housekeeper had also taken care of Grandma, and the family shared a warm breakfast, after which they dispersed: some went for a walk, some to school, and others to work.
Such a life was something Shi Yi had never dared to dream of before, but now it had become a reality.
Carrying his school bag, he got into a smooth luxury car, then stepped into a clean, tidy, spacious, and quiet private school. From the moment he entered the campus, people greeted him endlessly.
“Good morning, Shi Yi.”
“Good morning.”
Taking his seat at his desk, Shi Yi pulled out a stack of signed photos with a bright smile, “Who wanted the signed photos before? Come and get them.”
“Ah! It’s me! The signed photo of my brother! So handsome! Thank you, Shi Yi! I’ll sponsor your snacks from now on!” Instantly, the whole class excitedly rushed to Shi Yi.
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